Angela's kitty-cam has turned into kitty-porn, with "that ugly cat" (Kevin's words, not mine) Mr. Ash humping Princess Lady. Mr. Ash is certainly getting his seven grand's worth. Angela dashes out of the office to take care of it. Kevin continues narrating. The writers must love having a character like Kevin to help provide exposition when the TH inserts can't quite carry it off.

Jim and Dwight are back at their desks, and Jim is going over a list of stuff they need: "A theme. And ice, and punch, and cake..." Dwight's blowing him off, because he's been busy making a froofy pink sign for the conference room door that reads "Party pushed to 3:00." Jim is frustrated with Dwight for wasting their time on a sign that gives information that could have just announced verbally, and proceeds to demonstrate how that would have been done by shouting, "Hey, the party's pushed back to 3 PM." "I know, I just read it on the sign," Stanley mutters. Dwight gives Jim an exquisite "so there" look.

Michael launches his Nashua presentation with a collage of movie quotes, but then veers into a rant about salesmen. He calls out A.J., and while Pam sits in her corner, regretting having talked Michael into going through with this, he starts asking A.J if he's dating anyone. And if it's serious. And, "Does she ever talk about me?" Of course no one else besides Pam knows what's going on here, least of all A.J, who seems a bit too cool for Holly anyway, if you ask me, and that is in no way a knock on Holly. Before long, Michael pretty much loses it, and actually has to sit down on his trunk to catch his breath. But instead of catching his breath, he goes completely fetal. "Michael, get off the floor!" Pam chirps theatrically, as though it's part of the script, but all Michael can manage to do is crawl out of the room backwards. So now Pam has to take over. She tries to smooth over Michael's exit by saying that in sales you often run into confusing situations. And then she admits that she's just trying make the transition into finishing the presentation herself. Which she then has to attempt to do. Unfortunately, all she has to go on are Michael's movie-quote filled note cards, which she delivers even worse than Michael did. I hate to say it, but this kind of serves her right. She also attempts to demonstrate Michael's name-remembering mnemonic device, except that she only remembers the insulting nicknames for everyone and forgets to tie them to their actual names. After an indeterminate length of time dying of flopsweat up there, she suddenly has a realization. "I have a chainsaw!" she finally announces, and waves Michael's prop around. She'd get a better reaction if she fired it up.